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I am called the "hippie boss" from my employees and was introduced as the "flower child" by my high school English teacher. I spent years as a zoo keeper and am currently a hotel manager. (same thing really!) I am a volunteer writer for an environmental organization

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spring: 1 of 187

Did I miss the arrival of spring? Bees are out to pollinate Am I too late? But wait, Ive been here all along Was I not observant enough? I go to sleep, the grass is brown When I awaken, the grass is green I go to work, the trees are bare Arriving home, the leaves are there Okay, I missed the forsythia blooming I'll catch the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Coffee: 33 of 108

Thank you my friend for your unconditional giving Waking me up so I can start my day Without your help, I couldnt make a living When Im cold, you warm me up Inside and out, my shivers dissapear With just a few sips from your cup Just having you there by my side Keeps me working through the day And you are always ready for th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's seasons: 66 of 164

Cold Warms My Heart Winter is here now, it has gotten cold But in my heart I feel warmth, for I know The wondrous stories of winter to be told Stepping outside I first shiver Than fell exhilarated for the Delight makes me quiver All around the quiet surrounds Which heightens all my senses Acute awareness abounds The snow, ic...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Nature's seasons: 9 of 22

While living in the city, I experienced nature's seasons very simply. Summer was hot and humid with the smell of fresh cut grass and oil on the asphalt. Fall was chilly, windy with bags of leaves piled on the sidewalks and smell of wood burning in the fireplaces. Winter was cold, bitter, and icy with the smell of car exhaust...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Naps: 27 of 62

Working, working, need a break Eyes are droopy, body aching Think a little nap is what I will take Fuzzy logic in fuzzy brain Let me rest for just a while So I can be refreshed again AH! Yes, this feels good The couch and I are one Just like with kids, take a nap we should Drifting off fast, oblivious to all My body rest and...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Identity: 97 of 175

I now know who I am! Years of searching and learning Over now, for I have burst through the dam Finding myself, within myself The facade of who I was, wasn't The real me sitting on a shelf Cowering, afraid to come down Didn't want to speak my words of wisdom Not smart enough, would look like a clown Ironically, to protect ot...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Death of a pet: 32 of 57

Susie was my cat for 22 years. I will never forget when I first got her as a tiny kitten. My parents stopped in front of this house one day while we were doing family errands. They said they wanted me to come inside, reluctantly I did. A nice, older lady answered the door and immediately led us into the kitchen where there w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sunrise: 35 of 52

Sky is dark when I awaken The night of dreams still consumes me With fuzzy head and achy joints Reluctantly I make my full passage to the awake body and mind Glancing out the window, my heart smiles For I notice that sun is slowly awakening as I Beautiful hues of purple, pink, and orange can be seen through the trees I have ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Speak to me: 13 of 16

Speak to me of what you are thinking Try as I might, I can't read your mind Left to my imagination, I begin sinking Is it a relationship with me you want Or just someone to hold you when you feel the need I can take whatever the answer, just be blunt Im getting mixed signals from your action You want me to yourself and you a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Winter: 162 of 189

Winter Colors Winter is drab, with no color we say Can't wait till spring when colors come alive Oh, but let's look closer at what winter keeps at bay Orange is the sun as it rises Peeking through the green pines On the hill, saying "I am one of many surprises" The pines so sturdy and alert Standing tall and proud Watching o...